| More desert highways
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| In the heart of a twelve year old
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| Who can’t spot misdirection
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| Can’t risk more disconnection
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| Two kids, mom &dad
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| Monsoon out backseat glass
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| More rain than the cloud can hold
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| I see you
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| Storm blows into a flood
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| Then disappears
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| A thirsty desert floor drinks it in
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| Miles down below the skin
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| Endless hidden reservoirs
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| What difference would it make
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| If I could be real with you
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| I desperately don’t want to
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| Move to Lake Havasu
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| Bred to believe, taught to obey
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| Heard the call &moved away
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| I prayed and cried and cried and prayed
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| Still pissed off, still in pain
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| Still keep it hid &grit my teeth
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| Like you showed me
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| Still hope it’s not too late
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| For someone to know me
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| What difference would it make
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| If I could be real with you
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| I desperately don’t want to
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| Move to Lake Havasu |